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Hoping against hope that you’ll give me light.

In your presence, I find solace and peace,

In your eyes, a comfort that won’t cease.

So let me return to stand by your side,

For without you, life’s a tumultuous ride.’

I took a deep breath, tears forming in my eyes. As the poem was repeated, warm tears ran down my cheeks.

Why did it feel like this poem was for me? Regardless of who it was for, this poem gave me hope and a jumble of emotions. It made me dream of something that I unfortunately no longer had, Nathan came back into my head, and these terribly beautiful thoughts that it could be him who wanted to see me again tormented me.

“The person who authored this poem wanted to ask for forgiveness and hoped to be allowed to build a relationship again. He added that the woman who was supposed to hear it recently received nothing but crappy rhymes and bad news...”

I wasn’t even listening anymore. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like it would jump out of my body at any moment. Tears were dripping onto my shirt. The message was for me.

Was it Nathan? My emotions were all mixed up. I wiped the tears away with my hand and closed my window. Then I switched off the radio because I couldn’t listen to it anymore.

It had been a difficult time for me, and I just barely managed to regain control of my emotions and thoughts. I didn’t want to fall into a pit of grief again. I didn’t want to mess up my world again and sink into fantasies that were no longer real.

The loud ringing of my doorbell brought me out of my thoughts. I guessed it was Janette stopping by for a quick check, and right now, it would be helpful if she were there. She was good at taking my mind off things.

I wiped my tears away and then went to the door. And as I opened it, I stopped in shock. My gaze fell on the familiar statue and went up to the beautiful brown eyes, which looked at me with a look full of longing and regrets. My heart leaped endlessly, and the butterflies in my stomach erupted. I hadn’t expected that at all—Nathan.

Chapter 34

My tears blurred my vision. Was I dreaming, or was he really there?

“Bella...” His deep voice rang in my ears, so absolute, so beautiful. Too beautiful to be true—my emotions spiraled out of control.

I let go of my door, clutching the hem of my shirt with a tight grip as the tears dripped down my cheeks. Nathan stepped inside, and I backed up a few steps. I still couldn’t believe it.

He closed the door, and I realized he was holding a bouquet of flowers, dressed in a suit that perfectly hugged his body. And I stood there like something miserable whose tears just wouldn’t stop.

A tension spread in my chest, and my grip tightened on the fabric. My gaze lingered on his eyes, which examined me from top to bottom until our gazes met.

I still couldn’t say anything, I was shocked beyond words, and my emotions weakened my knees. The tears still trailed after me and poured down in heavy streams, I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing, but little hiccups escaped me.

His gaze was a mixture of fear and desperation, but then it changed to craving desire with a bit of sorrow.

“Oh, fuck...” Nathan placed the flowers on the kitchen counter and broke through the last few steps.

He cupped my face and slammed his lips onto mine with a passion and force that blew me away. This moment was like a rush for me, fogging all my senses. I felt him with every cell and every breath, and my heart swelled.

His muscular body and beautiful scent of fine sandalwood and cedar mixed with a hint of fresh citrus notes filled my senses and exuded a touch of luxury. His thumb ran over my cheeks several times to wipe away my tears and then grasped my hair to push me harder against his mouth and parted swiftly.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed just to kiss me again and pull back. “I’m so sorry for making you cry.” His voice was hoarse, and his kisses were messy.

The other hand was hooked under my ass, and he heaved me up, dragging me close just to push us into my bedroom.

Before I knew it, I landed on my bed, and he bent over me. He pulled me into a heated kiss, taking me to a new level. It was heart-stealing, heart-wrenching, and so wonderful. I felt alive at the touch—it felt like a dream.

I opened my mouth, returning the kiss with the same force. My hands traveled over his shoulders up to his neck as I pulled him closer. The build-up in my chest seemed to explode. This wasn’t just a want—this was a need. I needed him in my life; I needed him by my side.

We parted in a rush just to take deep breaths and kiss each other again. Hungry, forceful, and charged up by the fear from the past events—I kissed him as if it were my last.

His impatient touches were all over my already heated body. He finally touched me where I needed to be touched. Andhe started to grind his hard cock against my sex. I hissed in pleasure, and my hot tears stopped streaming down my face.

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